Guilt

Tornadic guilt
Like a familial acid test; A quilt of
Generational unrest
From mother to son
To father to daughter
Reaper of suburbs
Reaping for lawyers

Mother, I detest your ways
Your promises like mangy strays
Your purple, pathos, palsied youth
Transcending in hedonistic brew
And if I might I could not stew
The white rabbit that lives
Inside of you

Father, I abhor your methods
Fear and loathing as your weapons
You cry on a dime for the unbridled song
The shivering keys
In your wrath sing along

Sweet sister, how can I count the ways
They forced it down and down it stays
And me to them and them to you
Suffocates a bond that once was true
A lie that was never mine to keep
Now bound by death and fast asleep

Grandmother, Grandfather
In your garden green
Both sides a device for the seen and unseen
The hurricanes and levees
Stone cast in world wars
Hearts so blessed now so hardened
Pain meanders near and far
All the way to the soft hazy lull of the womb
Too loved to recycle this imminent gloom.